I glared at the scene, my wife gripping another man’s erection, licking her lush lips for effect two inches away from his bloated cap. Lance’s cock was just as long and pale as the rest of him, as veinless. Tracy pumped him, and he groaned. Tracy poured her red lips over his knob, and he pounded on the table.
‘Suck his cock! Suck my husband’s cock, you bitch!’ Carole hissed, leaning forward in her chair. She had both her hands pressed over her pussy, her arms crossed under her breasts so that they swelled off her chest like balloons.
It was hard not to maintain a hard-on, and I kept mine up, along with my clenched teeth and fists and rigid body. As Tracy slowly crawled her lips down Lance’s cock, taking more and more of the man’s shaft into her wet, heated, eager mouth. Until her nose nudged his dark pubes, and she had his entire erection sealed up in her face.
I knew from on-and-off experience my wife could deep-throat; I had been too dumb to ask where she’d picked up that experience. She performed like a pro now, with a breathless audience watching her every head-bob. She sucked Lance slow and sensual, pneumatically downing his cock and then sucking back up again.
Lance thrust his hips, pumping into my wife’s mouth and throat. Carole rocked back and forth in her chair, staring fiercely. I sat like a stone, my heart gone as hard as my cock. Tracy deep-throated with an easy, erotic intensity.
Then she moved faster, bobbing her head quicker, making her red hair fly; sucking deep and passionately on Lance’s cock. He desperately pumped into her face, grabbing onto her hair. The depraved slurping sound filled the hushed room, Tracy drooling saliva out of the corners of her stretched mouth.
Carole moaned like a wounded animal, rocking wildly in rhythm to the woman blowing her husband. I fired red, and sweat stung my eyes, my body quivering slightly as the climax rushed towards all four of us in that sordid hotel room.
‘Fuck, baby! Fuck!’ Lance blurted. He bucked in his chair, banging his balls against Tracy’s chin, his cock erupting inside her mouth.
Tracy’s throat worked silently and efficiently, swallowing every jerking hot jet from the jolted guy. When she finally, slowly pulled his spasming cock out of her mouth, a thick string of sperm still connected her lips and his cock – which she gobbled up with a satisfied swirl of her tongue.
It took a while for the rest of us to get our breath back. Then I surprised the stunned room again, by pulling another ten-thousand-dollar wad out of my other pocket and slapping it down on the table. ‘Looks like I have some more money, after all. Your turn to deal, Lance.’
Lance and Carole gaped at me. Tracy, I’m sure, glared at me behind her sunglasses. She tried to set up shop in back of me again, but I waved her over to their side of the table. ‘I lost you, remember?’
She pouted, standing there, with a bellyful of Lance’s semen. I’d had enough of the woman, anyway. Maybe my luck was changing.
Lance finally agreed to resume the game. That roll of greenbacks was just too tempting for the likes of him and his wife, the pair of them.
I won the first hand, and every one after that. Tracy didn’t have my back any more, and things went a whole lot better, as a result.
‘Looks like you’re cleaned out now,’ I gloated, as I gathered up Lance’s money – his five thousand to go with the ten I’d initially lost. He was more of a ‘team’ player than a solo card shark. And a sore loser, to boot.
‘You must be fucking ch– Fuck it!’ he groused, petulant as a spoiled brat when his favourite toy’s taken away. But he didn’t have the guts to flat-out call me a cheat.
I smiled, cool and snakelike. ‘You’re not done yet, are you, Lance? You’ve still got something to gamble with.’
He stared at me, sly eyes narrowing. ‘What’s that?’
‘Put your wife on the table, like I did. I win, I fuck her. You win, you get back all of your money plus my twenty thousand.’
Lance and Carole looked at me, then at each other. Tracy erupted like I’d stuck a pin in her plasticised ass. ‘Fuck you, asshole! Half of that money is mine!’
I leaned back in my chair and said coldly, ‘None of it’s yours. And you won’t be getting any of my uncle’s money, either. I’m going up the road for a Reno divorce as soon as this friendly game is over. Adultery. You committed it right in front of everyone here, remember? How does that taste?’
Tracy squawked some more, but nobody was listening. She was out of the game. It was me and my greenbacks against the team of Lance and Carole. They conferred for a moment. I eye-fucked every inch of Carole’s curvy caramel body during the intermission.
‘New deck. I deal,’ Lance said at last.
Carole sat back with a smile on her plush lips. She stretched her arms high overhead and arched her back, stuck out her legs. Giving me a good view of all I had to play for. Tracy sobbed on the bed, her chips cashed in for good.
Lance dealt me a red flush, himself probably a better hand from the bottom of the deck. Carole tensed, leaning forward with her elbows on her splayed thighs, her breasts hanging down. Lance’s hand shook as he dealt me a couple more cards, himself one. And then we stood pat.
‘Four aces,’ he said with a grin, spreading his cards out on the table.
Carole flung herself back in the chair, clapping her hands together. Tracy yelped, ‘Ha!’ Lance reached for my stack of bills.
I dropped a royal flush down in his face. You could’ve heard a pin drop along with it.
I could’ve let it go right there. Walked out right then. I’d been ten years off the con, but I’d proved I could still play the game. I’d showed the pair that you can’t con a conman. And I’d showed my wife, who was obviously in with them, that she couldn’t play me for a sucker any more, either. She must’ve been relaying my hands with her sunglasses – some sort of infrared light flashes that only the receivers on Lance’s eyeglasses could pick up. A little more high-tech than what I’d been used to, but the two-person relay team principle was the same.
I could’ve let it go at that. Only I was feeling kind of mean, and horny as hell. And I was owed.
‘Get on the table, on your back,’ I rasped at Carole.
She gasped and fluttered a hand to her throat, glancing appealingly at her husband. But Lance’s head was as hung as his cock had been, in my wife’s mouth, an hour or so previous. So Carole stood up and crawled onto the table, rolled over onto her back. She didn’t look so disappointed when I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock.
‘This fuck goes out to all of you,’ I told the room. Then lifted Carole’s sculpted legs to my chest and hooked her slender ankles onto my shoulders and slammed my erection into her pussy.
She squealed and clutched her breasts, pulled on her nipples. I grasped her lean thighs and rammed back and forth in her cunt, fucking the spoils of victory with everything I had.
The table rocked and creaked. Carole’s breasts shuddered back and forth in her hands, her green eyes blazing up at me, thighs quivering against me, blonde hair buffing the table. Her pussy was a velvet-lined steam tunnel, sucking on my cock as I pistoned. I pounded into her like a madman, getting my money’s worth, exacting eight inches of steel-hard fucking revenge to go with the card beatdown I’d given her husband.
Stud poker at its most exciting.
Lance and Tracy watched me fuck Carole. I dug my fingernails into her thighs and rammed my cock into her cunt. She screamed, clenching her tits. Her pussy walls convulsed around my drilling cock, and her body bounced on the table.
That’s when I let it all loose, hollering and churning and spasming. I jerked over and over again, blowing out my furious delight into that violently coming woman – in hot, brutal blasts of my cock.
Carole tried to switch teams. But I was out of the game – that sleazy life – for good. She was part of a threesome now. I didn’t envy Lance one bit.
I Dare You
Lily Harlem
‘Get a move on, will you?’ Dean shouted up the stairs.
Tommy had bee
n getting ready for hours – first out for a haircut, then a shower, a shave, a change of clothes – which was repeated several times over. Now the flat smelled of his spicy aftershave, and the bottle of white wine Dean had bought to take to their friend Shelly’s twenty-first was warming by the front door.
Dean missed Shelly. She’d been their housemate for the last two years, but now she was heading off to Australia with a fabulous new job opportunity, and her room would be empty from now on. Tonight was a celebration of her birthday and also a goodbye. Dean really didn’t want to be late to her parents’ fancy pad. He wanted her to know he and Tommy cared, that they’d miss her female presence around the place.
‘How do I look?’ Tommy appeared at the top of the stairs wearing skinny black jeans and a check shirt, open over a white T-shirt. He wasn’t gym-honed or particularly buff, but he moved his long, lean body with grace and confidence. He held himself almost regally, proud of his sexuality and his place in the world. He definitely had that certain something, the elusive X factor.
‘You look great,’ Dean said, gripping the neck of the wine bottle a little tighter. ‘Really great.’
‘I’m glad you approve.’ Tommy trotted down the stairs, his polished red shoes tapping on the wood. ‘Because it’s all for you, you know.’
‘No, it’s not.’
Tommy came to a halt, right in front of Dean, his nose almost touching Dean’s as they were exactly the same height.
‘Of course it is.’ Tommy swiped his mouth over Dean’s and then stepped away. ‘Are you ready?’
‘Yes.’ Dean pressed his lips together, catching Tommy’s lingering flavour. He still hadn’t got used to the fact that Dean kissed him like that. Just a quick, casual brushing of mouths as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do.
He shifted from one foot to the other and hoped he wouldn’t get hard. His jeans weren’t as tight as Tommy’s but still, a boner wouldn’t be good right now.
‘Fuck it. Where’s my keys?’ Tommy stalked around the open-plan area that made up their lounge, dining room and kitchen. He was glaring at every surface.
‘Here.’ Dean took the keys from the hook to his right and spun them around his index finger. They jangled quietly.
‘Thank fuck for that.’ Tommy sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes. ‘What would I do without you?’
Dean smiled. It was a little indulgent, he knew that. And at one time he’d have held it back. Before he’d admitted he was head over heels in love with Tommy, that was.
Heck, that had taken some doing. Admitting it first to himself and then to Tommy. But what could he do? The L word had well and truly moved into his heart. The more he’d got to know Tommy over the last few years, the more he’d had to face up to being bi, and that Tommy was the one.
‘I bet she’s wearing that Vivian Westwood she got in the sale.’ Tommy swiped the car keys from Dean. ‘And she’ll look utterly fabulous, gorgeous butterfly that she is.’
‘Yes,’ Dean agreed. ‘She will.’ He’d never quite kept up with Tommy and Shelly’s fashion obsession but rather than fighting that fact he just went along with it.
Tommy paused with his hand on the door. His let his gaze drift from Dean’s head to his feet and back up again. ‘Looking good yourself, actually. Good enough to eat.’ He licked his lips.
Dean’s heart rate picked up, and his stomach tightened. Although he and Tommy were getting cosy, confessing their feelings late into the night, they hadn’t done more than kiss and enjoy a few hesitant fondles through clothing.
He knew that would change soon, especially now they had the place to themselves. No worrying about Shelly walking in and catching them.
God, what would she say?
Tommy winked. ‘Come on. We’ll be late if you don’t get a bloody move on.’
‘Me? I’ve been waiting for you for the last fifty minutes.’
‘So, let’s make haste. Chop, chop.’
Soon they were on the A20 heading to Breedale. Tommy had put an old Wham! CD on and was singing loudly, clearly enjoying a blast from the past.
Dean stared out of the window at the shadowed hedgerow flitting past. The sky was streaked with lilac and pinks, and a skinny cloud half covered the pale moon.
‘Hey, what’s up?’ Tommy asked, turning down the music.
‘Nothing, I’m fine.’
‘Are you sure?’ He reached over and squeezed Dean’s thigh.
Dean looked at Tommy’s elegant hand and the bunch of leather bracelets he wore. It felt so right to be touched by Tommy, completely natural.
Even though it scared him, the way a ride on a rollercoaster might, he wanted more. But how much more? And would he be able to go through with it?
Tommy had been gay from the word go. He’d had plenty of boyfriends, lovers, men he’d hooked up with for a night of fun. But Dean … there’d only been women.
God, what if he didn’t know what to do? Sure, he’d thought about it; heck, had he thought of anything else? He’d watched gay porn, wanked off thinking of fucking Tommy, of Tommy sinking into his arse. He’d dreamed of having Tommy bend over before him and plundering his hole, making them both come and come and come.
But dreams and reality were two different beasts, and what if they didn’t match up? What if, despite how much he loved and desired Tommy, when the time came for them to be physical, Dean just couldn’t do it – or worse still, he just didn’t hit the spot?
Then where the hell will I be?
‘Dean, baby, you’ve got me worried.’ Tommy squeezed his thigh again and glanced at him briefly before turning back to the road.
‘It’s nothing, really.’
‘But it is something.’
Dean was silent.
‘Are you thinking about us?’ Tommy asked, having to put both hands on the wheel again to navigate a bend.
‘Yes.’
‘What about us?’
‘Just … stuff.’
‘Jesus Christ, it’s like getting blood from a stone.’ Tommy huffed. ‘Tell me.’
Dean was silent. How could he say he wanted to fuck Tommy, later, tonight … maybe, without sounding like he’d turned into a sex beast, or, and he hated the thought of this, committing to it but not going through with it? What if he said it and then chickened out?
‘Ahh …’ Tommy said, nodding slowly.
‘What do you mean, ahh?’ Dean asked.
‘I mean ahh. It’s a sex thing, isn’t it? That’s the only reason you’d clam up like this.’
‘It might be.’ Dean frowned. Fuck, they needed to talk about this, he knew they did, but it wasn’t going to be easy.
‘Take a chill pill,’ Tommy said. ‘It’s all fine. I think you’re hot, you think I’m hot, we’ll both get hard, and it will all fall into place.’
‘It’s going to be different, though, I mean, with a woman I—’ Tommy shoved his palm out towards Dean. ‘Nope, nope, I’ll stop you there. I don’t want to talk about pussy or think about you inside pussy, or even have the word pussy mentioned again – it will upset my delicate disposition.’
‘I don’t like to think of you and other blokes, but it happened.’
‘That’s different.’
‘Why?’
‘Because it is … and besides, this is about us, no one else. We’ve never done it together, so it’s new and –’ Tommy paused and threw a smile Dean’s way ‘– exciting.’
The tumble of lust that had become familiar to Dean rattled through his body again. Exciting, yes, that was the word. Really bloody exciting. He’d have to cope with his nerves. He was in love with this man and he wanted to show him physically just how much.
‘I tell you what,’ Tommy said as they entered the small town of Breedale. ‘We’ll make a pact.’
‘A pact?’
‘Yeah. We’ll tell Shelly that we’re an item.’
‘What? Really? Why?’
Tommy shrugged. ‘Come on, she’s not going to be that surprised.’
‘She might be, and besides, how is that a pact?’
‘Because …’ Tommy glanced at him. ‘You’re going to tell her, and if you do you’ve just earned yourself a naked hug.’
Dean swallowed. A naked hug. Him and Tommy, stripped bare, hugging, their cocks hard and pressed up against each other.
Fuck yeah.
‘Can you do it? Tell her?’ Tommy asked, dipping his headlights as another car approached.
‘I think so.’
‘Well, it’s up to you. If you do then you get the hug and if not, then same as usual, goodnight kiss with a shedload of frustration.’
Frustration. Yeah, he was best bloody friends with frustration at the moment.
‘And …’ Tommy said with a small chuckle.
‘Now what?’
‘There’s more to this deal.’
‘More?’ Now Dean was confused, he also wasn’t thinking straight. He wondered just where a naked hug might take them. God, did they have to go the party? Yes, of course they did. If for nothing else but fessing up to Shelly what was going on.
‘Yeah,’ Tommy said. ‘If you’re feeling brave enough to give me a kiss in front of Shelly, then later …’ He paused.
‘Later?’
‘I’ll suck your cock.’
Oh, fuck.
Dean shifted on the seat as a rush of blood and heat shot to his dick. Just hearing Tommy say those words was enough to give him a hard-on.
Tommy chuckled. ‘Or you can suck mine if you’d prefer. I’m easy.’
There was going to be nothing easy about making his erection go away by the time they reached Shelly’s. ‘Shut up,’ he muttered.
Tommy laughed, harder this time. ‘Getting to you, am I?’ He reached across and cupped Dean’s groin.
Dean moaned. Damn, the weight of Tommy’s hand over his shaft. If it felt so good through clothes, what would it be like to have his cock in Tommy’s beautiful mouth? – a mouth he’d stared at for hours over the years, watching Tommy talk and eat and drink. A mouth he’d now found that kissing was one of his favourite things in the world to do.
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